Now Come And Regret Novels & Stories

Regret was the worst. Regret was sour and bitter, and it tasted so close to the truth I had to fight sinking into it. I want to undo this. To make it right. But I have no idea how. I don't seem to know how to open up to people without getting the door slammed in my face. I wanted to tell him everything, maybe if I'd been able to, we could have lived differently, maybe I'd be there with you now instead of here. Maybe... if I'd said, 'I'm so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything,' maybe that would have made the impossible possible. Maybe, but I couldn't do it, I had buried too much too deeply inside me. And here I am, instead of there. And some part of me has never q

He asked, growing more and more despondent. It was an anomalous situation as his help only made me flare. "I feel like pushing you off a yacht!" I snapped at the yacht, trying to make him recall some memories. I still had my face. Why was he pretending like I was wearing a mask? Or was he suffering from memory loss? "I'm sorry about that... I got too carried away" he apologized, referring to the embrace, and I was too stunned to speak. Dante never apologizes, he always claims right as though he was never wrong. What was wrong with me? I should leave and not stay here.

"You look worse." Something in his face shifted, not a smile exactly, but the precursor of one. It was the specific expression she remembered from before he'd become an Alpha. When he was still the person who laughed easily and didn't yet know what authority cost. She registered the memory of that person and registered that registering it hurt in a way that had nothing to do with the rejection ceremony and everything to do with time. "I'm trying to figure out," he said carefully, "how to say I'm sorry in a way that isn't completely inadequate."

“She’s pregnant.” “I know.” “You told me she’d be gone.” “I was going to—” “You keep saying that,” Grace interrupted. “But somehow, everything you 'were going to' never happened.” Ethan stepped around the table, his voice low. “Grace. It wasn’t love.” “It wasn’t respect either.” He paused. “I made a terrible mistake.” “You made a choice.” “For what it’s worth,” he whispered, “I regret it.” She looked at him long and hard. “Regret doesn’t bring back trust. Or time. Or—”

I should have stayed with her that night. Now I realize how painful regrets are. They come out of nowhere, without warning. They hit you so suddenly that you can’t fight them—you can only accept them. Regret lets you live, but it will haunt you forever, and you will never be able to escape it. It strikes you whenever you are eating, sitting, talking, or even just breathing.

"Did you really hurt Tessa like that for that woman? I can't imagine how much pain Tessa had to bear before she finally gave up her life just to buy herself a sliver of freedom." Regret crashed over Cayden like a tidal wave. He whispered, "I didn't mean for things to go this far. I never wanted to hurt her." He'd just wanted to cut off her feelings for him. But he hadn't realized how deeply he'd wounded her. When he walked out of the house, he was unsteady on his feet, like every ounce of strength had left his body. … Back in the punishment room, Rosie lay limp on the stone table, barely conscious. Cayden stood nearby, cold and silent.

But with each passing moment, I realized that the damage I had inflicted upon myself and others was not so easily undone. Regret, like a relentless adversary, continued to shadow my every move. It whispered doubts and insecurities into my ear, reminding me of the pain I had caused and the irreparable damage I had wrought. I berated myself for my foolishness, for my misplaced trust in a person who had only shown me disdain.

"How did things end up this way for no good reason? If you didn't insist on marrying me, I would have treated you as my sister forever." Stella heard him while in a daze and woke up. When she opened her eyes, Noel was back to his arrogant self and growled, "Grandpa said you were sick, so he made me come over to visit you. Don't read too much into this. I was forced to come here. Otherwise, I would never have stopped by." Sophie walked in timidly the next second and began to apologize in a fluster. "It was my fault for everything that happened yesterday, Miss Judd. Please forgive me."

"Wanna get laid?" "RuNE…" "We won't remember. We are both high." She swallowed. "I'll lock my door now, and we'll forget this happened." He nodded in agreement. "Yeah. That too." But thirty minutes later, he was deep in her sheath, merging sweat and bodies and ecstasy they never imagined they could get from each other. Hours later, as they listened to their silence in the darkness, he laughed, "We'll regret tomorrow, won't we?" She shifted so her back faced him, shutting her eyes. The regret was presently at work. What the hell had she done?!

I got it, I really did, but that didn’t necessarily make it right- and I think we all knew that now. I filled them in about my phone call with Vasha yesterday when we all had a chance to talk for a few minutes, and it was apparent they were starting to feel just as bad as I did. The shitty thing about regret is it only rears it’s ugly head after doing something you wish you could desperately take back. ********************